The mercenary corps mechas that had surrounded from all directions stared blankly at the scene before them. They gazed at the colossal behemoth, hundreds of meters tall, which had ceased moving, at the black-and-white greatsword embedded in the 'crown' of the massive creature, and at the blood-drenched silhouette standing atop that greatsword.
That figure, less than two meters tall, seemed so insignificant in contrast—so small that the distant mechas had to use electronic magnification to clearly see this blood-stained body.
Yet he stood high in the air, where the turbulent Fire Cloud illuminated the blood and the sky. The iron rain of broken mecha remnants fell roaring beside him.
The contrast between the human body and this towering machine was stark and striking.
Like a humble ant wielding a twig, subduing a ferocious tiger.
